think about the steve sam knew before the snap. mentally stable and working thru his issues (as much as an international fugitive can). dedicated to his friends family and allies. found purpose in the 21st century by hunting down terrorist cells outside the law and the sokovia accords. had let go of peggy (who literally died in 2016 of old age) and balanced his work life (beating up bad guys) with his personal (hanging w friends and visiting bucky in wakanda). fairly well adjusted all things considered
then when sam wakes up, what does he find out? that steve retired from fighting and started a support group during an apocalyptic event when the world needed him most, and what did he talk about in that support group? a woman who died of old age. that’s who he was mourning. and then!!! and then!!!!!!!! steve doesn’t even have the decency to tell sam his plan to live in 1948. so he’s faced with the fact steve left bucky (the guy they both originally became fugitives for) and left him with the responsibility of the shield and the fallout of the blip when this was the moment steve should have been his right hand man
I call it a delusion bc somewhere along the line, steve was possessed with the idea he could only find happiness somewhere with someone he didn’t belong. his obsession with peggy, his mourning for peggy, his decision to create a branch reality so he’d get that white picket fence life??? delusional
In case no one knows what’s happening in London: on the 3rd of March, a 33-year-old woman disappeared while walking home in Clapham. On Thursday, a police officer was charged with her kidnap and murder. Yesterday, police arrested women standing vigil in mourning. Photo by @viceuk.
“I’ve never seen the man read a book in his entire life. One time I saw his high school report card, and the only class he got an ‘A’ in was gym. His parents never had any money. So right after school he got a job stocking produce at a local food market. The owners realized that he had a knack for numbers, so they promoted him to manager at the age of twenty. He met my mother at the store. They got married. And not long afterward I came along. For as long as I can remember, the store has been a huge part of his life. He worked six days a week. He saved enough money to buy out the other owners. But it was never an obsession or anything. Whenever he was home with us, he was fully present. His family was his sweet spot. He never needed to hang out with his buddies. He was madly in love with my mom. And his idea of a good time was spending time with his kids. I used to think that dad was just a ‘family man.’ But as I got older, I realized that his ‘family’ extended to the folks who worked for him. Nobody ever leaves our store. We have fifteen managers, and the newest one started ten years ago. Our employees stick around because my dad has always taken care of them. He has their back, through divorces, parenting issues, health problems. One of our managers has a brain condition, and my dad’s the one who drives him to the appointments. Sometimes he’s too generous. He’s been burned before. But he kinda doesn’t care. He just keeps pushing in all his chips for other people. The man has a handwritten note from Mother Teresa because of all the food he’s given away. If you came into the store today, you’d find him stocking produce, just like he was doing when he was eighteen. He loves to tell people that he works for his children, and that we can fire him at any time. Everyone thinks he’s joking. But he’s not. On the day my dad got full ownership of the store, he signed over everything to his four kids. I was in the room when it happened. His lawyers and accountants tried to talk him out of it. They told him: ‘You’re giving away everything. You’ll never be able to stop working.’ And he replied: ‘I was poor when I started this thing. And that’s how I plan on leaving.’”
